Cold Light of Day

I used to think I was the only one

evermore under the gun

And had to self induce mania 

just to get through each day

Now I see that others do it too

With what they smoke

or drink or pop or chew

to push the trauma out of the way

Until foolishness floods the land

So many pretty houses built on sand

And when calamity strikes

It’s so hard to understand 

It simply can not stay

The same old goddamn way

Once we’ve seen this world

Under the cold light of day

A knack for breeding in captivity

Or rather were we bred selectively

Spiritually abused and indoctrinated

In order to serve and plough under the yoke?

And so they keep the mass guilty

Reminded of their own redundancy

Until they forget the feelings

Of a wild and roaming liberty

And so on and on the cycle goes

As inevitable as the storm that blows

Away the sands on which we’ve 

built this house and this charade

It simply can not stay

The same old goddamned way

Once we’ve seen this world

Under the cold light of day